"What are the characteristics of those who brought guns, ammunition, and gold bars?"

"I ...... I do not know...... I can't remember exactly......"

"If you want to live, think about it." Qi Lin held the dagger, and the sharp tip of the knife gently slashed at the throat of the Red Shirt Gang.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! …… I remember! I remember! Among those people, two people had skull tattoos on their chests, and one of them wore an armband embroidered with a skull pattern! ”

Skull armbands!

Qi Lin instantly remembered the rebels who had intercepted Hans in the outer area of the Kuroshio...... If there is only one person with a skeleton tattoo, maybe it's just a coincidence, the skeleton tattoo pattern is not unpopular, but there are two people with skeletons tattooed, and one person with a skeleton armband, Qi Lin is almost eighty percent sure that these people who sent guns, ammunition and gold bars to the Red Shirt Gang are the rebels of the Skeleton Legion!

The fact that the Skeleton Legion had sent these things to the Redshirts was pretty obvious...... The "big business" in the mouth of the leader of the Red Shirt Gang is obviously to start a rebellion!

"How many of those people are there, where did they come from, and how long have they stayed?" Qi Lin asked again.

"Six...... No, seven, they disappeared soon after they brought the boxes...... I don't know where it came from...... I don't know anything else...... Gold bars, gold bars I've already given you, resource points I'll give you too, can you let me go? ”

The Redshirts stammered a little, apparently that there was only so much he knew about it.

Qi Lin put away the gold bars, and then searched the other party's cigarettes, food, lighters, and other things, and then put a hand on the head of the red-shirted gang.

The other party was stunned, and then immediately guessed that Qi Lin didn't plan to let himself live, and when he screamed and struggled-

"Click."

Qi Lin's hand used his strength to break the necks of the Red Shirt Gang, and the other party's body immediately fell soft.

Dragging the corpse into a dark corner, Qi Lin first ripped off the black plastic bag, then ripped off the other party's clothes and pants, then picked up the half of the brick on the side and smashed it the corpse's head more than a dozen times.

Qi Lin is not short of this money, and he doesn't plan to use this gold bar, if he takes it out directly and is seen, it may cause unnecessary trouble, but he can't leave it for him, otherwise, if the people of the Red Shirt Gang find the body and find the gold bar, they will definitely be suspicious.

And now, everything on his body has been stripped naked, and his head has been rudely smashed open, no matter how you look at it, it is a normal case of murder and extortion.

Even if the body was found, those people would only imagine the identity of the murderer as those robbers or wanderers, and would not trace it to Qi Lin's body.

Throwing aside the bricks stained with brains and blood, Qi Lin walked out of the corner, and just at this time, another member of the Red Shirt Gang finished his "business" and walked towards here.

Qi Lin immediately held his breath and shrank into a shadow—although there were a few dim lights in this tunnel, it was precisely because of this that those places that were not illuminated by the lights seemed even darker.

"Hey, old dog, where did your grandson go to smoke?! Feed?! I'm done, it's time to go back! It's too late to go back, so I have to be scolded to death by Li Guangtou-"

The redshirts shouted as they walked, but no one answered him.

"Grass mud horse! I didn't say a word to me when I went back first, damn this grandson! The man shouted a few more times, and after realizing that he was doing a useless job, he cursed as he walked in the other direction, apparently believing that his companion had left him behind, and went back alone.

After the guy had walked away, Qi Lin returned to the door of the self-service hotel along the same route.

I saw that the woman fell to the ground, and several small black beetles were crawling around on the woman's disheveled body, and after hearing Qi Lin's footsteps, they all crawled down from the woman's body and quickly burrowed into the depths of the dark tunnel.

The woman was dead, and judging by the bruises on her neck, she must have been strangled to death by the Red Shirts.

In fact, even if the Red Shirts hadn't killed her, she would have died of hypoxic suffocation or carbon dioxide poisoning.

The woman's clothes were torn into rags, her legs were spread out in a very indecent position, and in addition to the liquid left by the Red Shirts, there was a lot of filth flowing between the woman's legs - after the death of the brain, the sphincter muscles lose control, so incontinence is very normal.

That foul smell was difficult to isolate even the filter in Qi Lin's respiratory mask, but for those insects and microorganisms living in the tunnel, it was a rare meal.

Qi Lin took one last look at the woman's face, although this woman could be regarded as a beauty before her death, but because of the extreme pain and distorted face, as well as the long tongue that dragged out, it made that face look particularly terrifying.

With a faint sigh, Qi Lin walked over to the corpse.

Qi Lin can't save her like he saved Song Xiaodie, and if he does, maybe the news about the upcoming rebellion of the Red Shirts will leak out, and when the time comes, it will not only cause chaos within Vault 187, but also cause the Red Shirts to start a rebellion.

……

Thirty minutes later, Qi Lin returned to his lodgings, and by this time, Song Xiaodie had woken up from the game pod, cooking a pot of canned stew in a homemade aluminum pot.

"You're back?" Seeing Qi Lin open the door and come in, Song Xiaodie raised her head and showed a clean smile.

Seeing Song Xiaodie's smile, Qi Lin, who was originally in a bad mood, felt a trace of warmth for a moment - this simple small room with only a dozen square meters had a bit of a "home" taste before he knew it.

In Qi Lin's memory, he never had a home, and his childhood was spent in a war-torn and chaotic country, where there were only employers, allies, and enemies......

Qi Lin shook his head slightly, sealed those memories again, and then put on a serious expression, and said to Song Xiaodie in front of him:

"It's going to be a big mess soon, and we have to be prepared in advance."